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a reflective and futile guide to life as an expat in london. formerly milan. formerly formerly seoul. but who really gives a shit anyway. are you still reading this? hello?
Serve God love me and mend This is not the end Lived unbruised we are friends And I'm sorry I'm sorry Sigh no more, no more One foot in sea, one on shore My heart was never pure And you know me And you know me And man is a giddy thing Oh man is a giddy thing Oh man is a giddy thing Oh man is a giddy thing Love that will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, It will set you free Be more like the man you were made to be. There is a design, An alignment to cry, Of my heart to see, The beauty of love as it was made to be